In the past few weeks, I’ve been posting a lot about other feminist pornographers’ erotic writing – dirty stories I admire and lust over. Today I debut my own X-rated fiction – something I’ve written recently. Inspired by all my posting about others’ writing, I had a burst of creativity and wrote my second X-rated story ever. I’ll post my first X-rated story sometime, too, and I hope to post my third, my fourth, and on and on, if and when I get inspired to do more X-rated creative writing. Stay tuned.
I had put some time into writing my craigslist ad. I was definitely looking for something specific.
MW4M.
I was the W in the threeway I had in mind, but I wasn’t interested in having two cocks in me. My ad read, “Petite curvaceous blond girl seeks gay guy to help me take advantage of and turn the tables on my tall handsome dominant and *straight* boyfriend. I’ve used my womanly wiles to take power in our relationship – he’s ready and willing to do anything I want. What do I want? To watch him suck and gag on a nice hard cock the way he’s always made me suck and gag on him. Also, I plan to participate by pounding his ass with my strap-on so he is filled on both ends. Send a picture and description if you’re interested in seeing ours and meeting up.”
I had some more specifics in mind for the guy who’d be perfect for us. Ideally, I wanted someone who reminded me of my boyfriend. I have a thing in general for threeways in which the same-sex pair look alike. Whether we’re talking about an MWM, a WWM, an MMW, etc., I always want the two Ms and the two Ws to be of similar heights, similar body types, similar sizes, and/or similar coloring. I guess I like it when things match. I also thought that a guy who resembled B would be perfect for keeping B on the edge. B might find some comfort in interacting with a guy whose body and personality was familiar, but at the same time, B is really masculine – so he would be appropriately intimidated by any guy who looked and acted as dominantly as B normally does. Yet, I also wanted to remain open to other possibilities besides my ideal B-look-alike – hence, I didn’t put those specifics in my ad.
I was so excited when I got my first reply, but that first guy’s picture revealed a dealbreaker – a beard and mustache. It’s exceedingly rare that I like facial hair, and I didn’t like this guy’s, so I sent a polite no thank you to guy number one. Guy number two was a real disappointment. His email looked like some stock wording he sends to any and all craigslist ads posted by women – it was clear he was trying to get pussy, so the jerk must not have even read my ad. But with the third guy, I got lucky. He said he was 6 feet tall, 195 lbs and totally psyched about topping my man with me. The size and build was a nice match to B’s and the guy’s picture was way cute, even though his coloring wasn’t anything like B’s. I sent him our picture back – a nice, sweet picture of B and me together – you’d never guess that I was into doing such wicked things to B as arranging his first cock-sucking. I also asked John if he’d like to meet up at one of the many watering holes in my neighborhood, to see if we clicked as co-tops. Well, long story short, John was absolutely charming and sexy at the bar. It was clear that he’d be confident and dominant without taking over. I definitely wanted a co-top who’d follow my lead with B, who’d respect who was really in charge in our threeway – ME! So, John and I made plans that B and I would show him a little hospitality the next night at my place.
The next day, I really wanted B in a good submissive state before John’s arrival. I didn’t want any backtalk or resistance when John arrived, ready to receive an enthusiastic and eager cock-sucking from my newbie boyfriend.
So I started by reminding B how it was that I had him under my control. I reminded him that it was a big mistake when he let me tie him up early on in our relationship. I had put him in a pair of my panties and my pink triangle top, complete with falsies, to give him the appearance of having tits. Then when he was tied down, with no chance to snatch my camera away, I took a bunch of incriminating pictures. In the pictures, he is in sexual heaven and hard as a rock while wearing my underthings. I keep those pictures ready to email to all his friends and post online at any moment. I suppose B could choose to defy my orders, but it would come with some seriously embarrassing consequences. Thus far, the threat of his pictures being blasted across the internet has kept him in line.
Next, I gave B a good paddling. I started with a few light warm-up strokes before telling him to count down from 15. I’m in good shape but my upper body is still small and weak compared to a man’s, so luckily, the paddle makes up for my female limitations in strength. Even light stokes with that paddle hurt like hell. I delivered those 15 strokes with as much force as I’m capable of, so I know they hurt bad, but B had gotten good at counting without any crying out. With the last stroke, I took him in my arms and told him how proud I was that he’d taken that tough paddling. He was getting really good at taking the paddle hard without any complaint. I let him lick my ass and pussy next, while I sucked on his super hard cock. B is long and thick so it’s not easy to suck him, but I wanted him nice and compliant when John arrived. B must have sensed that something was up because I was taking him much deeper in my mouth and putting myself out much more than I usually did on other occasions when I exercised the power of the incriminating pictures over him. Inbetween his delicious licks of my ass and tongue flicks on my clit, he kept commenting about how generous I was being while sucking him. I told him not to worry – he’d be repaying the favor I was doing, by doing something new to please me later that night. He sounded worried about what that would be, and he was right to be worried. I was springing John on B, without B having any inkling of my plan for him to learn how to suck cock himself.
By the time John arrived, B was in the most submissive and aroused state I’d ever gotten him to – the paddling combined with bringing him to the edge of orgasm, without letting him come, had him all worked up and eager to please. It was such a change from his normal dominant demeanor, which I generally let him get away with. He’d paddled me and shoved his cock deep down my throat, pussy and ass way more often than I used the pictures to take control. But when I did take control, I would always give him some real payback with the paddle and my strap-on. This time, the payback would be even better – sucking real cock, not just a strap-on dong. I couldn’t wait.
Finally, there was a knock at the door, and I got up from the couch. B stood up, too, but I told him to just wait, right where he was. When I let in this tall good-looking fellow, that’s when B’s eyes got really wide. John and I shook hands, and I asked him if he’d had any trouble finding the place. B was still standing there, almost entirely nude (wearing nothing but my pink collar), but had put his hands over his private parts – out of embarrassment from being naked in front of a complete stranger, I suppose. I said, “Where are your manners? Introduce yourself.” B extended a hand and nervously gave his name. John shook it but turned to me immediately, “Oh, he’s a cute one. Thank you for sharing him.”
I was very pleased that John appeared hard in his pants already.
I told B, “Well, don’t just stand there. Please take our guest back to the bedroom and get ready to show him a good time. You’ll be learning to suck cock for me tonight.”
B looked at me helplessly for a moment, so I walked over and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. But before I did, I looked in his eyes and said sweetly, “Remember those pictures.” This was the
moment of truth – was he finally going to balk? Which fate was worse – forced sucking of a real cock, or the probability that I’d really do it – that I’d really let everyone and their mothers see him getting off while wearing women’s underwear? I could see the struggle to decide going on inside him. Then he calmed down, lowered his eyes and said, “John, if you would, please follow me, and I’ll do anything to you that Marilyn asks.”
I was so happy that he made the right decision. He guessed right – he knew I wasn’t bluffing. If he’d resisted and refused, I would have totally posted those pictures everywhere I could think of.
John undressed and laid back on the bed, revealing a nice solid 5 inches of thick cock. That’d be good for B – it would be tough for him to take but I thought he’d be able to take the entire 5 inches down his throat. John was relaxed, smirking, obviously enjoying B’s apprehension.
“Girlie, what have you done to get this boy to agree to suck cock for you? He is clearly humiliated and scared out of his mind right now, huh?”
I couldn’t help but giggle and give B a swat on his ass. “Oh, I’ve got some good blackmail material on him.”
I turned again towards B, “Well … get to it.”
B crawled onto the bed and towards John’s cock. One last look at me, as if he was about to plead mercy from me and beg for me to stop him from going down on another guy, but I was so pleased, he knew he had no choice. B was a natural – he took only an inch into his mouth at first, but he had his lips nice and tight, and John exhaled in pleasure. I got my strap-on out while B was taking John’s cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. I thought about being a bit merciful and using one of my smaller dongs, but then I thought, “Nah, he needs to take the huge dong tonight.” B’s mouth is soft and strong – kissing him is incredible, so I knew that B’s mouth would feel really good to John. I have to admit, though, that I was really impressed by B taking John’s full cock so quickly. And the sight was such a turn-on. I couldn’t wait to push into B’s ass and start riding him so that my clit would rub against the harness. I watched B’s head bob up and down on John, and then I watched John moaning and breathing heavy with his mouth sprawled open and his eyes locked on B, and then I went back to watching B’s bobbing head. I knew that John would love the sight of B sucking him, too – B has a very handsome face and no matter what he was feeling at the moment – whether he was hating this homosexual act or secretly enjoying being forced to suck cock, I knew B would look like the sweetest puppy dog if he looked up at John for even one moment. B just can’t help but look that way from that position.
Before I entered B’s ass, I also got out my camera. This moment needed to be preserved – and used against B, to help keep him under control in the future. I snapped a few pictures of my view – my dong resting on top of B’s ass, B’s head on top of John’s groin – but I had assured John the night before that I wouldn’t take any pictures of his face, and of course, I was only getting the back of B’s head in the frame, so the images I was capturing weren’t very incriminating – it was a little hard to tell what was going on. John though, right on cue, peeked up at me, flashed a wicked little smile and motioned for me to pass the camera over to him. I was thrilled when he took a few of B’s face on his cock – now those would be incriminating for B!
When I entered B’s ass, John gave me a little nod of approval but he stayed pretty focused on B – at least until I started really giving it to B. I started pumping B so hard that he was being jolted further down onto John’s cock with each stroke. At one point, I was moaning and pumping so fast that John looked up at me and said, “Fuck dude, she’s pounding you so hard her tits are swinging and jiggling all over the place. I wish I could ride your ass like that.” Then he looked back at B and moaned again, “Mmmmmm, fuuuuck. Marilyn, your boyfriend is fucking good at sucking cock.” I was in such ecstasy, still watching B between John’s legs, pounding B hard, not worrying about how painful it must be for him to take it in his ass and his mouth at the same time – I was losing myself in the moment and the pleasure of the harness on my clit – enjoying the tingles and shudders throughout my body. John was getting all sweaty and close, and then he went over the edge. Cum poured into my boyfriend’s throat – yummy! John laid there for a moment, even more relaxed than before, and all smiles while I eased the pace a bit on B’s ass. Then John perked up, “Well, thank you both. I’d better be going. If you think you’d ever like me to fuck B’s ass, Marilyn, please do let me know.”
I thought I would like that sometime, but that night, B’s ass was all mine.
